~Tomoe X Reader: Book One~

26. Saved... by the Asshat.

"Yes, it's me," he verified smoothly. "I'm here to defend (Name)."

This caused you to actually turn your head to look at him, and Tomoe glanced back as well, the Yokai's expression turning dark and angry.

Kurama was wearing a very simple black t-shirt with a ridiculously low neckline, along with artificially ripped and worn black jeans that were probably more expensive than anything else in this god damn school, (including the people, minus Tomoe), along with way to many rings, a chain on his jeans, but only one necklace today, a thin silver chain that dangled an angel charm. How... ironic.
Kurama had swept up half of his reddish-brown hair like always, and wore a slightly ridiculous looking smirk.
Though maybe it was just because you thought he looked like a child who had gotten into their mother's jewelry and makeup cases.

Mrs. Nakamura swallowed thickly. "I'm afraid that... that's not really how-"

Kurama silenced her with a wave of his hand. "I am a witness to the entire situation, and I took a video."

He pulled a ridiculously large phone from his pocket, the video already loaded, the sound muted.

"As you can probably see, Tomoe is the one to blame for all of this incident. (Name) even attempted to silence him, but he continued ranting, cut her off when she attempted to apologize for his sake, and then, as you can see in the last frame, literally dragged her out of the classroom."

Kurama rested his free hand on your left shoulder and you flinched visibly, but he paid no mind.

You shot a glance over at Tomoe, who was digging his fingernails into his own thigh to keep from starting some sort of fight.
"Kurama..." Tomoe growled. "Physical contact with (Name) is not necessary."

Kurama ignored him, instead his grip on you tightened.

"Mrs. Nakamura, please see reason. (Name) here was only dragged along by Tomoe, and should not face any charges, whereas Tomoe... I think you'll begin seeing him in this office many times, soon. I've heard of how he acted at his previous school... he'll be... a problem."

Mrs. Nakamura bought all of it.
"Alright, Kurama. You can take (Name) back to class."
Her gaze shifted to Tomoe. "You're staying here."

Kurama bowed slightly. "Thank you, Mrs. Nakamura," he said smoothly, and you caught her cheeks flush momentarily.

The principal nodded, and Kurama 'helped' you up, by practically pulling you out of your chair.

"No..." you finally found your voice. "It was my fau-"

"Don't say such things, (Name)." Kurama spoke, and he was too close.

You may or may not have whimpered very softly, but whatever the tiny sound was, both Kurama and Tomoe heard it.

"Sit down!" You heard Mrs. Nakamura exclaim, and managed to shift your attention at Tomoe, though you felt like you were looking away from a bear and that it would probably attack you if you weren't careful.

Tomoe and Kurama locked eyes with each other, the terrifyingly dark aura in the room so intense that you were baffled Mrs. Nakamura was ignorant of it.

"We'll be heading right to class," Kurama exclaimed cheerfully. "Ah, we have to stop at the bathroom though," he continued mock-sheepishly.

"Goodbye," Mrs. Nakamura airily called, and Kurama nodded, his hand going to your waist to push you forward, while his other hand discreetly wrapped around your wrist so tightly that you felt as if your bones were creaking. Once you were out in the hall, he let you go, though it was obvious he would grab you again if you attempted to go back to the office.

You brought your hand to your wrist, rubbing the now-tender area, and slipped the thin watch around to face inward, before you mentally cursed.

It only works if I have my book bag...

"So about the eating-your-heart business..." Kurama was straightforward with his intentions, at least.

"I will kick you in your shrimp again I swear to-"

Kurama clapped a hand over your mouth, and you glared at him.

"It's been just now informed to me that a god can give up their mark willingly."

He pushed you backwards and your shoulder blades bumped the wall.

"I'll give you that option, too. If you don't want to die, then simply give it to me." His voice ended in a purr.

You wordlessly wiggled one of your hands up to your hair, pulling out a bobby pin.

"I will prick your eyes to death-..."

He slapped it from your hand. "Come on, be serious..."

The male pushed forward to press his body so that he was pinning you to the wall, and moved his hand over your mouth again.

"Maybe you just need to know how having your heart taken out feels... or at least something that will be close to being ten percent of the pain."

His eyes had narrowed, and your heart began beating more quickly as fear finally set in again.

Kurama moved his hand forward, to lift up the very bottom of your shirt, and he moved his somehow-now-razor-sharp nails up to the exposed skin of your stomach.

You squirmed, but he pretty much knew what you were going for this time, and blocked your movements easily.

Like five miniature blades, they pierced the skin, and the second whimper that day you couldn't restrain was muffled against Kurama's hand.

The pain was so sudden and so intense that you couldn't breathe, white shocking your vision and your muscles tensing, which made it worse.

Your thoughts couldn't seem to work anymore, but your fear had mostly faded, somehow numbed by the pain.

You dug your own nails into Kurama's wrist on the assaulting hand, as warm, sticky blood slipped from your stomach.

Now that the shock had worn, the fear had came back, and your vision began to blur again, this time your surrounding seemed to darken, then lighten, and darken again, as if you were glitching between.

Kurama abruptly yanked himself back, startled, apparently he could see it too, and your vision faded to nothing.

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